Then was the time I saw the Hank Williams singing on the stage in Philadelphia, and he was all dressed up in drag From his rose red lips to his rhinestone hips he out song song as he drank from a brown paper bag And the songs he sang of and pain, so pure perfect reflections of imperfections, it damn choked me up But the rest of the show, was kind of And then woke me up
Later on the Astros were silently beating the living out of Cincinnati on the TV and a little to the left of the Hank Williams' head As a busty blonde waitress poured him a double shot of 'whatever you got' and laughingly "I thought you were dead" The balls cracked as he tilted his head back and told her how he had been a big star but now country music was full of He sat there, in the TV streaked his cheeks
When I was only sixteen old I went from Houston to Abilene with a spunky handsome woman in a Volkswagen Bug She was with some kids all her own, a committment-free divorcee, and I was a man in We had only one 8-track tape but it was of the great Hank Williams and we in two-part harmony "Hey good lookin', about cookin' Something up me"
Back at the bar they were last call so I gave the a credit card to pay up my tab The TV was turned off and the was dark and the great Williams was gone so I asked her to call me a cab She said if you I can give you a ride, so there we were out the and into the city of brotherly love Into the night, out of In a VW Bug